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Post by Christopher Blake on Oct 19, 2008 21:51:12 GMT -5
Stupid key; it was always so difficult to get in the hole. It never went in smoothly. You always had to push and wiggle and turn it every which way before it was finally in place and able to turn the little mechanisms. This was what Chris as doing; frustratingly trying to unlock the door that separated him from his home. Finally, with some effort, the slim boy was able to turn the old knob and make his way in. Now came the issue of taking the key out of the lock. Chris began pulling but of course, the key didn’t budge. Looking down at the testing key, Chris momentarily contemplated the idea of simple leaving the key where it was and closing the door. He knew however, that Taro wouldn’t be too happy. With a tiring sigh, he began the slow process of jiggling and wiggling the metal thing out. Key in hand, Chris closed the door quietly behind him, trying his hardest not to disturb his sleeping room mate.
The lights flickered on, revealing the tiny kitchen. With tired eyes and slow movements, Chris pulled out a mug and set the kettle. He leaned against the counter, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands as he waited for his water to boil. Tea would be nice. So would Advil. Advil would be fantastic. So would a shower. That thought in mind, the sore teen found a bottle of pills which he quickly popped into his mouth. A slight breeze went by then, sending shivers down his spine. And to think, he was just regaining feeling in his fingers. Wrapping his arms around his body, Chris shot a look a look at the kettle before slipping into the shower.
Towel wrapped around his waist, Christopher headed back to the kitchen, pouring himself some of the now boiled water. Warm mug in hand he took a short detour to the living room to shut the blasted window. Leave it to Taro to open a window on the coldest night. That task done, Christopher headed for his final destination. The room was dark, warm, and comforting. With careful steps, Chris set the mug down before putting on some pajamas. He felt much better after the shower. Sure he was still sore, but he was feeling a lot better. Making his way to the bed, he glanced at the alarm clock. 6:30 am. Wow, he’d been out really long tonight. No wonder he felt so exhausted. It was at that thought that his stealthiness was no more. Christopher let out a short yelp as he tripped over a lump of who knows what, landing ungracefully in the bed after hitting his side on the bedside table.
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Oct 20, 2008 11:35:47 GMT -5
He had always been a light sleeper. Not that that was a bad thing. He found it to be quite handy at times. He was always aware of what was around him. Who knew when there was going to be someone break into your house, or apartment room in this case. His eyes remained closed as he listened to the stuggling sound of the person on the other side of the door. It was obviously Christopher. He could never get the door open. It usually took him at least five minutes to open it. Taro never had a problem with it. And he always laughed at how amazed Christopher was when he opened the door so quickly. He heard the door finally open, but more struggling came. Taro sighed, it figured. He was probably having difficulties taking the key out again. Should he go help him? No..no. He'd just get all upset thinking that he woke Taro. Best stay in bed and make him think he was sleeping. ...sleeping. His mind drifted off again in a deep sleep. A loud banging or a thud rather startled him. He bolted to an upright position and looked around for the creator of the noise. His eyes came upon the bed next to him. There was an awkward looking lump on it. He shook his head absently, oh Christopher... He looked at the glowing green alarm clock. It just changed to be 6:30 am and a loud wailing came from it. Like a siren from an ambulance. He reached over, turned it off and flicked on the lamp. "Good morning Christopher," he said with a smile, "What're you doing down there?" he asked, patting his room mates head before leaving the room. School. He hated school, yet he still had to go. All of his classes were fairly good..except English class. It was a big farse. He'd learned nothing so far. In the four days he'd attended school, nothing new had been brought to his head. In fact..nothing had been. Well, he was getting to know his classmates, if anything. He closed the door to the bathroom and striped out of his clothes. A good warm shower would be nice. Then maybe some cereal. Captain Crunch...if there was any left. If not he'd go to the restaurant around the street and grab a bit to eat there. After his shower he sat at the table, slowly eating away at his bowl of Captain Crunch cereal. It turned out there had been some left.
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Post by Christopher Blake on Oct 21, 2008 16:33:45 GMT -5
He was going to get a bruise; Again. That’s all he needed; more bruises; Stupid night stand. But he’d made it o the bed, which was the important part. The bed was really comfy. The covers were so soft. It was like lying on a cloud. Taro was quite comfortable as well. Seeing as he’d half landed on his roommate. Slowly he felt his eyed droop lower and lower. He still had his tea to drink though. However, it was too far away right now, and Chris really didn’t feel like moving. His moment of relaxation was cut short by a loud annoying beeping. The same beeping he heard every morning. Darn that alarm clock. All at once his world was turned upside down as Taro sat up and began patting his head. "Good morning Christopher. What're you doing down there?" Taro stood up then and headed out of the bedroom, leaving Christopher alone in the room. There went his comfy pillow. With a yawn, Chris managed to turn over onto his back, wincing slightly as he did so. Taro was in the shower now, getting ready for school; from what Chris had heard, school was miserable; all of the students sounded like morons and annoying; Poor Taro. He never brought any friends home or had anything to tell from his day in the educational building. He knew that he himself would have a blast at school; seeing so many people everyday. Instead he was stuck in the apartment building all day. With a sigh, Chris sat himself up, rubbing his eyes once more. He grabbed his mug and made his way out to the kitchen where Taro would be having breakfast. No matter how late Christopher got home, he would always see his friend off to school. There had been times though when he’d slept right through the alarm. Of course, Taro had never woken him up. Christopher sat down across from Taro, legs crossed on the wooden chair. He let out a loud yawn as he watched his friend eat away at the cereal slowly. It was a common food in the apartment. Both boys loved the stuff. Chris had at least bowls a day. Looked like he’d have to go out and get a few more boxes today; or tomorrow. Whichever came first. He took another sip of his cooling tea, feeling the warmth around his hands. “I met a girl the yesterday,” he said putting the mug down. “She was really nice. And she lives in this building! Apparently she’s lived here for quiet some time but I’ve never met her. She lives with two other guys too. Her brother is really really cute,” he said with a grin. “I still can’t believe I’d never met them before. We started talking at the Laundromat. Which reminds me, you have clean clothes again. And I threw a pair of your socks out. Because they had a hole in them. I hope that’s ok. I just figured you didn’t want holey socks. And I bought you another pair. To replace them. Since I threw them out. They’re stripy. Black and blue. And I made a total fool of myself in front of her brother. I called him by the wrong name. I called him the same name as the guy that lives with them. Don’t know how that happened though. I felt horrible. And then her brother left and didn’t come have ice cream with us. I think I scared him away,” he said with a sigh and taking another drink from the mug. “How was your day?” Chris hadn’t gotten home till later that day since he’d spent it with Sophie. There had been no time to talk with Taro since he’d had to go off to work right after getting home. Still, it had been fun. “Sorry about not being here yesterday. I should have told you where I was. I just forgot. I was going to write a note and tell you, or actually tell you in person but you weren’t home when I came to drop off the clothes and get money and I was so happy and I didn’t want to make them wait for me. But I did bring you back some ice cream,” he said cheerfully. I bought a small tub. It’s in the freezer.”
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Oct 21, 2008 18:55:55 GMT -5
Taro looked up mindlessly as Christopher came into the room and sat across from him. Chris let out a loud yawn as he watched before taking another sip of his tea. Taro shook his head, “You should go back to sleep Christopher,” he told him, “You’re tired.” In fact, he should be in bed too. He always got up way to early. School didn’t even start until nine o’clock. But he usually took the subway, and sometimes he missed the train...so it was good to be prepared.
“I met a girl the yesterday,” Christopher said putting the mug down. “She was really nice. And she lives in this building! Apparently she’s lived here for quite some time but I’ve never met her. She lives with two other guys too. Her brother is really really cute,” he said with a grin. “I still can’t believe I’d never met them before. We started talking at the Laundromat. Which reminds me, you have clean clothes again. And I threw a pair of your socks out. Because they had a hole in them. I hope that’s ok. I just figured you didn’t want holey socks. And I bought you another pair. To replace them. Since I threw them out. They’re stripy. Black and blue. And I made a total fool of myself in front of her brother. I called him by the wrong name. I called him the same name as the guy that lives with them. Don’t know how that happened though. I felt horrible. And then her brother left and didn’t come have ice cream with us. I think I scared him away,” Chris said with a sigh and taking another drink from the mug. “How was your day?” Before Christopher had stopped speaking Taro had finished off his bowl of cereal and had gotten up to pour himself a glass of orange juice, open up a package of pop tarts and be seated again. This was a normal morning for him. Actually, it was just normal. Christopher always did the talking. Taro was just simply there. A listener. But he didn’t mind at all. He usually didn’t have much to say anyways. Occasionally he would through in a random comment and Christopher would branch off from it.
Taro smiled up at Chris, “My day yesterday? It was good,” he said, taking a sip of his orange juice, “I bought some more cereal and a lot more groceries, actually.” He set down his glass, “Oh..were you talking about Sophie, Julio and Viggo? They live just across the hall. They’re an interesting group.” He finished off his orange juice and looked up sadly, staring at the table, where Chris’ mug was, “Did you know they are all orphans? You probably wouldn’t...” his voice trailed off as he looked back up at Chris, “Don’t tell them I told you that, they probably don’t care much for people to know. Though, they may be quite open about it.” Taro shrugged, picking up his glass and setting it in the sink with his bowl. Hmmm, I’ll wash those after school.... he thought, leaning against the counter
“Sorry about not being here yesterday. I should have told you where I was. I just forgot. I was going to write a note and tell you, or actually tell you in person but you weren’t home when I came to drop off the clothes and get money and I was so happy and I didn’t want to make them wait for me. But I did bring you back some ice cream,” Chris said cheerfully. I bought a small tub. It’s in the freezer.” Taro smiled, thankfully. Christopher was such a good friend. He was the best and only friend he’d ever really had. Yet they hardly had any time to spend together. Christopher didn’t go to school. He ran away from home and began working the streets. Now he worked in bars and such. Taro didn’t understand why the boy didn’t just get a normal job. He would be so much better off. Taro walked over to Christopher and ruffled his hair, “You didn’t have to do that, you know,” he said, looking over the tired boys face, “You should just go to sleep. I mean, you’re looking like you just got hit by a truck and survived to tell the tale. But I’m glad you made some new friends.” He then began walking back to the bedroom, to get dressed, “Christopher...have you ever thought of going to school? I’d be good for you, you know. And if you didn’t understand it...I could..teach you or something,” he shrugged his shoulders and sighed, “I don’t know. Never mind.” He looked in his drawer for some clothes. He pulled out a rough, holey pair of jeans, a yellow t-shirt and a gray sweater. He slid them all on then went to the top drawer to find some socks. He smiled lightly seeing the new package of black and blue stripy socks. Taro opened it up and slid them on, then walked back out to the kitchen to sit with Chris again.
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Post by Christopher Blake on Oct 21, 2008 19:51:21 GMT -5
“My day yesterday? It was good,” he said, taking a sip of his orange juice, “I bought some more cereal and a lot more groceries, actually.” He set down his glass, “Oh..were you talking about Sophie, Julio and Viggo? They live just across the hall. They’re an interesting group. Did you know they are all orphans? You probably wouldn’t...” his voice trailed off as he looked back up at Chris, “Don’t tell them I told you that, they probably don’t care much for people to know. Though, they may be quite open about it.”
They were orphans? But Sophie seemed so happy. That would explain why they lived alone though. Still, it was sad; To know that they had to live like that, no parents or home. “No, I didn’t know,” he said shaking his head sadly. “I never would have guessed either. They’re so nice. They don’t deserve that. They’re the last people I would have imagined…but she seems so nice. I don’t know about the others though,” he said finishing off his tea. It really did make sense if you thought about it Three teens living together in a ratty apartment. Why else would they be there? Unless they were runaways living on their own. I mean, the only reason Taro was here was because he hated his family. They were cruel and hateful people. There was no reason why Taro should be living with them. They treated him horrible and didn’t deserve to have such an amazing son! Taro was perfect. He was amazing. They had no idea what they had right in front of their eyes.
Chris fumed internally as the mere thoughts of Taro’s parents and the way he had been and still was treated by them. They deserved to die the most painful death imaginable. At least now, Taro was free to do as he willed. Still, the apartment wasn’t exactly the nicest place and no matter what Christopher said, Taro insisted on living with him in this apartment. All in all it was good. They each paid their half, no matter how often Taro tried to pay more. Despite any of Chris efforts, Taro always managed to slip some money here or there, buying extra things, doing the shopping before Chris could and such. He was too good to him. Taro had become more than just a close friend. Sometimes it even felt like they were a real couple; Washing the dishes, doing the laundry, bickering every now and then. Yet, that would never be possible. They were just friends. No matter how many times the thought passed through Chris’ mind. He could not ever think of Taro in that way. No Taro was straight. He liked girls. Being close friends was good enough for him.
“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
“Oh, but I did. Everyone likes ice cream. And I couldn’t just go out and have ice cream and not bring you any. Sophie bought some too, for Viggo and Julio.”
“You should just go to sleep. I mean, you’re looking like you just got hit by a truck and survived to tell the tale. But I’m glad you made some new friends.” Taro then began walking back to the bedroom, to get dressed, “Christopher...have you ever thought of going to school? It’d be good for you, you know. And if you didn’t understand it...I could...teach you or something,” he shrugged his shoulders and sighed, “I don’t know. Never mind.”
Chris smiled as he watched Taro’s retreating back, his words ringing in his ears. He lowered his gaze to the now empty mug, fidgeting with it as he did so. He’d thought about going to school for some time now; getting a normal job. Picking up his life and putting it back together. Especially now that Taro lived with him. The problem was he really didn’t know anything else. And what other job could possibly pay enough for rent, food, and all those other necessities? He wasn’t going to let Taro pay for everything; No way, never. He had applied at some places though. Not that anything would come of it. His resume was a piece of crap; mainly because he’d written it himself. It was a surprise for Taro. He knew how much Taro hated what he did. Still the resume was filled with spelling errors. Maybe he’d go ask Sophie for some help on it. Going to school was still out of the option though. If he went to school, that would mean less hours if he did get a different job. That meant not enough money.
He was pulled from his thoughts as Taro walked back into the kitchen, dressed. “How would you know what I would look like if I got hit by a truck? If anything I’d be flat as a pancake and have all my bones broken. Plus there would be a lot of bruises, cuts, and blood. I don’t think I look that horrible. And I’m not really that sleepy anymore,” he said not very convincingly, “That tea woke me up pretty good. So did the shower. I love showers. They always feel so nice,” he said getting up to put his mug in the sink. “School…would be fun. But I dunno,” he said still facing the sink, “I mean, going to school would be fun, but I really wouldn’t be able to do anything with it, you know?” He said now turning around and leaning against the counter. “I…did apply at some places the other day though,” he said with a grin. Screw it. He was never good at keeping secrets, especially from Taro. And maybe he could get him to help him too.
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Oct 23, 2008 21:40:01 GMT -5
“How would you know what I would look like if I got hit by a truck? If anything I’d be flat as a pancake and have all my bones broken. Plus there would be a lot of bruises, cuts, and blood. I don’t think I look that horrible. And I’m not really that sleepy anymore,” Chris said, but taro was hardly convinced. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Taro shook his head, taking a seat across from Christopher.
“That tea woke me up pretty good. So did the shower. I love showers. They always feel so nice,” Taro watched him stand and put his mug in the sink. “I suppose...” his voice trailed off as he looked down at his hands, “I guess, it looks more like someone poured Tabasco sauce in your eyes and then washed it out with water and painted your eyelids purple before you were left out in the rain.” He then looked up at Christopher and smiled, “I..was just kidding. You...” look beautiful..? “Don’t look that bad at all. I swear.” He looked back down at his hands. I need to stop talking. I’m always so tired and just say whatever comes to mind.
“School…would be fun. But I dunno,” he said still facing the sink, “I mean, going to school would be fun, but I really wouldn’t be able to do anything with it, you know?” He said now turning around and leaning against the counter. “I…did apply at some places the other day though,” Christopher said with a grin.
Taro smiled, this probably wouldn’t go well. He knew Christopher all too well. His resume would look horrible. It would have numerous spelling mistakes and the format would be complete chaos, while he probably wouldn’t even focus too hard on the things he was good at.
Taro turned his head towards Christopher, hiding a smiled behind his fists, elbows resting on the table.
“May I see your resume?”
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Post by Christopher Blake on Oct 26, 2008 19:18:29 GMT -5
“I suppose...” Taro’s voice trailed off, “I guess, it looks more like someone poured Tabasco sauce in your eyes and then washed it out with water and painted your eyelids purple before you were left out in the rain.”
Chris looked over at Taro with a slightly shocked expression, meeting the other’s eyes. Where on earth had Taro pulled that image out of? He didn’t look that horrible, did he? Subconsciously Chris found himself reaching up to his face. God he must look hideous. He sounded…well he sounded ugly!
“I…was just kidding. You...don’t look that bad at all. I swear.”
Oh thank god. But wait, maybe Taro was just saying that…! No, Taro wouldn’t do that. He just looked tired and ready to pass out is all. Maybe he needed some sleep. Rest would be good. He had been up nearly 24 hours now. That couldn’t be good. And in that time span he’d had a piece of toast for breakfast, ice cream with Sophie, a bowl of Captain Crunch when he’d gotten back, gone off to work, and now he was having some tea. Yes, he could see why he might look like road kill. Heck, he felt like road kill. Maybe he’d take another couple of Advil once Taro left. Was there a certain dosage for the things? Huh, he’d never really checked before. Four wouldn’t harm him. Maybe they’d make him sleepy. Not that he needed any help there. But they would definitely help him pass out easier. How many Advil would it take to pass out?
“May I see your resume?”
Time seemed to freeze then. Taro wanted to look at his resume. Taro wanted to look at his resume. Oh dear god, help. How was he supposed to get out of this one? He couldn’t show Taro his resume! It was crap! Pure crap! It belonged in eth garbage! No, wait. It belonged in eth recycling bin. It was stupid and horrible. When he went to go hand it in at some store the clerk had glanced at it and nearly died of hysterics.
He’d nearly died of embarrassment himself. In fact, Chris could feel his cheeks warming up at eth mere thought of that memory. What would Taro think of it if he showed him eth poor excuse of a resume? He would probably laugh too.
“I…don’t think you want to see it,” Chris said sheepishly sitting back down at eth table. “It’s horrible!” He exclaimed hiding his face behind his hands. “Besides it’s not very important,” he said waving his hand in dismissal. Hopefully Taro would lose his interest, though that wasn’t very likely. “Can you believe I’ve been up for nearly twenty four hours?” He asked trying to change the subject. “I thin I could probably last another twenty four if I really tried. Oh! Did you see the new shirt I bought? It’s amazing. You’ll like it. I think. I got it when I got your socks. And I saw this coat that was really nice. Since I should probably get a coat before it gets too cold.”
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Oct 28, 2008 18:20:10 GMT -5
"I..don't think you want to see it," Christopher said sheepishly, "It's horrible!" He exclaimed, hiding his face behind his hands. Taro chuckled, taking a stand he walked to where his backpack was and looked through it for his nessecary school supplies. Not that he really needed any. The school didn't actually teach the students anything they didn't already know. That was why they had a good mixture of smart students like Mitsu, Tyr, Aly, Viggo and of course the not so smart Cuyler and LaDon and Camillo (But Camillo did have a fairly decent head on his shoulders-when he wanted to). Everyone else just fit in between. They filled the necessary gaps needed filling.
He sighed, not wanting to think about all the screwed up plans life had layed out for everyone here on the island. He'd been pushing the thought from his head for so long. But soon they were going to get out of control. They already had started what they called a 'School' for their precious gifted youth. It was hardly a school though. It was but a place to keep them. They were told that the world hated them and that they should stay where they are, to keep themselves secret. It wouldn't be long until everyone was gifted in some way. He wouldn't doubt it if some of the students he went to school with had their DNA tampered with before coming here. It was all just stupid.
In his backback were a few loose papers, a pencil, pen eraser, sharpener a dozen apples and a shopping bag of candies. That's all he really needed. Although..it wouldn't hurt him to take a somewhat decent lunch to school for once. But he hated taking food from their fridge to school. It just made an excuse for Christopher to go spend more money on things he didn't have to.
He heard him mumbling something about the cold and getting a coat. He simply nodded, as he slung the bag over his back, "Yes, but I don't think it's going to get too cold. The weather has been quite nice lately," he noted, "Except for the other day when it downpoured and thundered. That was a bit odd." he shrugged looking over the male standing in the kitchen.
He smirked slightly, "Well, have a good sleep." he said, turning and walking out the door.
--Another day at School.
If you could call it that.
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Post by Christopher Blake on Oct 29, 2008 10:22:12 GMT -5
Seven hours. He’d slept for seven hours straight. It had been a while since he’d been able to sleep more than three hours straight now. It felt nice, but in a way, he felt even more exhausted than he had early that day; odd. Maybe he’d had too much sleep. Well, either way, he was up now and had been for a good hour. With nothing to do, Chris did the only thing he was good at around the apartment. Clean. He still wore his pajamas of course; a large, wide necked long sleeve navy shirt with a pair of boxers. He was quite comfortable, but now that the dishes were clean and the bathroom was…well a bathroom again he had nothing to do but wait until Taro returned from school.
With a defeated sigh, Chris threw himself on the couch, staring blankly ahead of him. His eyes soon found the stereo looking so lonely. He remembered the day Taro had brought the thing perfectly. He didn’t want it. Chris hated it when Taro bought things like that. He absolutely hated taking things for him. Yet he always managed to sneak them in. Of course, Taro had easily won by saying the stereo was his and he wanted to listen music. If Chris didn’t want to listen to it that was fine. ‘Cause you know, it wasn’t for him anything…yeah, right. Like Christopher would believe that. Of course, his argument was pushed aside quite easily by his friend who won with a rockslide.
Christopher easily pushed himself off of the couch and gingerly made his way to the magic music machine. With a sly grin he put in a CD and hit the play button. Before the first song even began, he began changing the track before he found the number he was after. His hand flew to the volume control, turning the knob as far as it would go to the right. Immediately, thee music began, pounding in his ears. Chris swiftly grabbed a brush that was lying on the coffee table and began his performance.
“This is where I'll be so heavenly, so come and dance with me Michael So sexy, I'm sexy, so come and dance with me Michael I'm all that you see, you wanna see, so come and dance with me Michael So close now, so close now,” he sang now standing on the couch, hands running up his side,
“So come and dance with me, so come and dance with me, so come and dance with me
Michael, you're the boy with all the leather hips, sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips,”
By this time, Chris was spinning and doing all sorts of things as he danced, swaying his hips and wrapping his arms around himself. His dancing continued, throwing in…appropriate actions for the words as they came. His hair brush was his trusted mic, which most of the time was waved around as he jumped and pranced around the small living room and kitchen.
“This is what I am, I am a man so come and dance with me Michael So strong now, its strong now so come and dance with me Michael,”
Christopher had now placed himself on the kitchen counter, walking on his hands and knees, as he continued singing,
“I'm all that you see, you wanna see so come and dance with me Michael So close now, its close now, so come and dance with me, so come and dance with me,”
Reaching the end of the counter, Chris hopped off, screaming the last line of the verse as he did so,
“SO COME AND DANCE WITH ME!”
And so began his dancing once more, even more energetic than before if possible. His antics had brought him to the couch once more where he sang and posed for an imaginary audience, soon after hopping on the coffee table. And of course, there came his favourite part of the song to act out once more,
“Michael, you're the boy with all the leather hips, sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky hips,”
As he sang that chorus once more, he was sure to run his hands up his hips and torso, not forgetting to move them as he did so. He was in complete bliss, the voice from the stereo greatly overpowering his, but of course, his actions made up for that. For all he knew the world would be coming to an end and he wouldn’t even notice. No, he would die happily, singing and dancing on the coffee table.
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Oct 31, 2008 13:10:02 GMT -5
Taro walked down the hall of the apartment. A trio of people following behind him. For some odd reason they volunteered his house as being the best place to do their English work. Loud banging music could be heard from where they were walking. Taro didn’t even have to second guess where it was coming from. Oh gosh. What was Chris doing now. Hopefully he looked somewhat presentable. But with Chris, who knew what he was doing
As they stood outside the door Taro looked back at his classmates apologetically, “Sorry about the noise...” he muttered, turning the key in the lock and opening the door a crack. “My room mate can be kind of crazy sometimes...” his voice trailed off as he walked in the room and saw Christopher a top the couch dancing in boxers and a shirt of sorts.
“I'm all that you see, you wanna see, so come and dance with me Michael So close now, so close now,” he sang now standing on the couch, hands running up his side, “So come and dance with me, so come and dance with me, so come and dance with me
Michael, you're the boy with all the leather hips, sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips,”
By this time, Chris was spinning and doing all sorts of things as he danced, swaying his hips and wrapping his arms around himself. Taro had stood there for a long time, just staring, awkwardly at Christopher. He hadn’t even seemed to notice them come in. Taro walked into the bedroom and dropped his backpack there before returning. He smirked, seeing the shocked faces on the students faces. Mitsu, LaDon and Eli. All of them had extremely different personalities.
“This is what I am, I am a man so come and dance with me Michael So strong now, its strong now so come and dance with me Michael,”
Christopher had now placed himself on the kitchen counter, walking on his hands and knees, as he continued singing,
“I'm all that you see, you wanna see so come and dance with me Michael So close now, its close now, so come and dance with me, so come and dance with me,”
Reaching the end of the counter, Chris hopped off, screaming the last line of the verse as he did so,
“SO COME AND DANCE WITH ME!”
As the song slowed to an end Taro shuffled over to the cd player and slowly turned the music down. He then stood there and waved at Chris, “Hey.” he said, “Have a good time while I was gone?”
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Post by Mitsu Haruku on Nov 5, 2008 15:51:59 GMT -5
Mitsu followed behind Taro. They had just recently met at the end of school to come to Taro's house. Mitsu knew that Taro actually did have a house. An extremely nice house-on Ganz street. It was like a mansion! His parents had so much money, but were brutally cruel to him. Mitsu didn't know the extent of all that happened with Taro and his parents. Taro didn't like to talk much about them. Actually, Taro didn't like to talk much at all. If he ever said anything it was a wonderful thing!
Now, everyone's deciding to go to TAro's place to practice the play wasn't clear. It probably had something to do with the 'NOT MINE' game LaDon had started. This left Taro the last person saying it, thus his house was the choosen one. By the look on his expression when they--they meaning LaDon-- had told him the results, he was not too happy.
As they stood outside the door Taro looked back at them all, apologetically, “Sorry about the noise...” he muttered, turning the key in the lock and opening the door a crack. “My room mate can be kind of crazy sometimes...” his voice trailed off as he walked in the room. Mitsu slowly walked in next, only to see a male dancing dramatically on the couch.
“I'm all that you see, you wanna see, so come and dance with me Michael So close now, so close now,” he sang now standing on the couch, hands running up his side, “So come and dance with me, so come and dance with me, so come and dance with me
Michael, you're the boy with all the leather hips, sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips,”
By this time, the guy was spinning and doing all sorts of things as he danced, swaying his hips and wrapping his arms around himself. Mitsu stared in awe at the male dancer. What in the world...who WAS this guy. He looked about their age..yet..he'd never gone to school before. Surly someone with that much energy would be noticed!!!
Mitsu slowly made his way towards the couch, where he awkwardly sat himself down. He intertwined his finger in his lap and just stared down at his hands.
As the song slowed to an end Taro shuffled over to the cd player and slowly turned the music down. He then stood there and waved at Chris, “Hey.” he said, “Have a good time while I was gone?” Mitsu smiled. Taro was so adorable. So shy and reserved. Always unsure of what to say.
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LaDon Uniche
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Post by LaDon Uniche on Nov 5, 2008 16:40:09 GMT -5
NOT MINE! No WAY! There was no way or no how were a whole bunch of guys going to come to her house! It was messy! She'd left the place a disaster. She'd been working on her overdue art project. It, OF COURSE, the messiest project that the teacher could deside to send her home to do. She'd been pushing it to the side of her thoughts, not wanting to make a mess in the house. But..when that overdue notice came to her from a very angered teacher..she couldn't help but do it.
The basement was splattered everywhere with paint. Luckily nobody went downstairs, because it was mostly storage, and a place for her to do things such as this. But..when it came time to wash her hands and bring the paint supplies back upstairs, there was a bit of a problem.
LaDon never looked at things in a perfectly logical sense. She acted on whatever first came to mind. And what first came to mind was to try and bring up all the bottles of paint and paint brushes and buckets of water up at the same time. This way she could wash her hands right when she got upstairs, and there would be no need for second or third trips.
Now, picture a frail girl, carrying bottles upon bottles of paint. Now, add a bucket of water around her arm...and some paint brushes crammed into one hand, with a few in her mouth. The stairs were surprisingly easy for her to climb. But that last step did NOT like her at ALL! She'd tripped on it, scrapping her knee on the hardwood floor at the top of the stairs. The unsecure caps on the paint bottles all popped open under pressure, and splirted out in every which way. The bucket of water tipped and soaked her back and derrière!! She'd quickly fumbled to a stand, examining the mess before her. She shrugged her shoulders at it and walked into the bathroom to have a shower and go to bed.
And the mess was still there now. And that was why it couldn't possibly be at her house! Stupid paint...
Walking down the halls she heard a very familiar song being blasted from a room. She began dancing as she walked down the hall, singing along with the words sung in the song.
“This is where I'll be so heavenly, so come and dance with me Michael So sexy, I'm sexy, so come and dance with me Michael I'm all that you see, you wanna see, so come and dance with me Michael So close now, so close now,” LaDon sang, as Taro opened the door to their apartment. Inside it was clean. Very clean. But then...there was a guy in a T-shirt and boxers dancing...on the COUCH! NO WAY! He was allowed to dance on the couch and she wasn't? Her mom would never EVER let her do that. It would break the springs and wreck the cusion and blah blah blah.
When the boy had gotten off the couch and was making his way to the more kitchen area LaDon automatically ran to the couch and began dancing on it, jumping up and down, her arms flailing wildy around and above her.
“SO COME AND DANCE WITH ME!” she sang along with him, bending over slightly and shaking her head wildly.
The boy was on the couch once more where he sang and posed for an imaginary audience. LaDon pretended to take pictures of him. She then burst out laughing and plopped down on the couch.
When Taro turned the volume down and said his awkward-shy hello LaDon began clapping her hands, "THAT! WAS. AMAZING!!!!!! LET'S DO IT AGAIN!" she was smiling so brightly. Never was she this excited around people she didn't know. But she couldn't help it. The song was absolutely amazing, and the energy from the boy dancing just seemed to shine off onto her-making her energetic as well! She thought back to her friends. It would be even more fun if Cammy was here...she thought.
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Post by Elijah Burnham on Nov 10, 2008 22:51:56 GMT -5
Eli walked dejectedly behind the group of teens headed to Tar’s house. He wasn’t overly thrilled at having to go to anyone’s house for some stupid Shakespeare project, but there was no way in hell they were going to his place. And that loony girl had come up with a fabulous way of deciding who would have to put up with all four of them. Besides, this Taro guy seemed like the sanest one out of the group. However, upon arriving at the guy’s house, Eli was surprised. They were standing in front of a ratty old apartment that looked like it needed to be torn down. Wasn’t the guy supposed to be rich or something? Famous parents and all that? What was he doing living in this dump?
It wasn’t even one of those ratty looking apartments that looked hideous on the outside and were actually ritzy and expensive inside. No, it was all around a piece of crap. Not that it bothered him or anything but, he just never expected Taro to live in such a place.
After going up a few flights of stairs, they arrived on Taro’s floor. There was a loud noise coming down from the hall. Who on earth played music so loudly? Must be a couple of jerks that lived here; the nerve to just think they can blast their music as loud as they wanted, like no one else lived in the apartment; probably doing drugs. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise Eli.
“Sorry about the noise... My roommate can be kind of crazy sometimes...”
Roommate?
He had a roommate? What the hell was going on? And this guy, this quiet, normal looking guy lived with someone who did drugs? Elijah took a glance at Taro, not sure what to think. Did he do drugs too? Was he just as insane and messed up as everyone else?
The music began to get louder as they reached the door, the booming seeming to vibrate the thin walls. Taro opened the door and they were greeted with...something.
Standing inside the apartment was a guy. He was fairly scrawny, shorter than the three boys there, and much thinner. He seemed to be...dancing; And...doing some sort of swaying motion with his body; And singing; Loudly. Oh dear god what had he gotten himself into?
Elijah just stood. His eyes were transfixed on the boy, a look of pure horror across his face. His mouth was hanging wide open as the boy continued his antics. However, it was when he began a sort of strip walk on the counter when Eli managed to turn away completely flabbergasted. LaDon was singing along with him and jumping. Taro had disappeared, and Mitsu was sitting on the couch. It was like no one noticed what was going on; or cared. Once the show was over, Eli found himself standing by the couch near Mitsu. Taro walked back out, put the volume down and said his greeting to his...roommate. Was he his roommate? Or lover? I mean, come on. He’d had suspicion about the guy before, but now, seeing the guy he lived with...well it was just too much.
“...What th’ f**k was tha’!” He exclaimed loudly towards Taro, his hands motioning towards Chris angrily. The guy was dressed in a pair of short boxers and a shirt that was hanging off his shoulder. If he wanted to, the guy could easily pass off as a girl. “Ah mean if you wanna have fun, I don’t give a damn, but don’t leave your toys lying around!”
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Post by Christopher Blake on Nov 12, 2008 11:01:06 GMT -5
“Beautiful boys on a beautiful dance floor Michael, you're dancing like a beautiful dance whore Michael, waiting on a silver platter now, nothing matters now, nothing Matters now but you YEAH”
Chris finished his song with a wonderful little pose, his fist thrusting into the air as he jumped into the air, still on the coffee table. He’d nearly lost his balance on the landing, but had caught himself at the last minute, because he was that amazing. What kind of performer would fall flat on his-
“Hey. Have a good time while I was gone?”
And there he fell. The words were such a complete and unexpected shock that Chris fell flat on his bottom as he turned and jumped at the voice. Taro? He sat upon the coffee table, legs spread out in front of him as he stared at Taro who was waving slightly at him. Wait, Taro was home!
“Taro!” He squealed. “I was having so much fun; I love that song, don’t you?” He hadn’t even noticed that the music had stopped or been turned down. And how long had Taro been there?
"THAT! WAS. AMAZING!!!!!! LET'S DO IT AGAIN!"
What? Christopher turned his head to an unfamiliar voice, slightly confused. There was a blonde haired girl prancing to the stereo Turning the volume on and replaying the song. The familiar words began again, just as loud as it had originally. He had absolutely no idea who this girl was, but if he were straight, he would totally jump her. She was fantastic; And very pretty.
The beat of the music reached his ears and he felt that joy flow through him once more. Before he was able to spring up into dancing, he caught sight of two other faces he’d never seen before. Both were male. And one was definitely Asian. And…adorable; he sprang forward, stopping in front of the sitting boy and at himself down on his knees, taking eh boys hands in his own. “Hi, I’m Chris. You’re very cute. And I love your hair. Taro, why didn’t you tell me you had cute friends?” He asked turning to Taro. “Taro never tells me many things from school. He never brings anyone home either. He’s silly like that. But I’m glad he did today. It makes me so happy!” He said gleefully.
His eyes were then drawn to the guy standing a few feet away from him looking quite red in the face and very, very upset. He released Mitsu’s hands and stood up, peering at Eli’s face, standing on his tip toes.
“Why are you so angry? You know, frown lines aren’t very attractive. You don’t want to get them when you’re too young. So…you should just turn that frown upside down!” He said grabbing a hold of the corners of Eli’s mouth and pulling them upwards. His attempts were for naught however, as all he received was a growl and an expression of pure hatred and possibly even one of murder. Oh my. He quickly released the taller teen and shot Taro a worried glance. What was with this guy?
The music took him from his revered thoughts and he immediately felt himself smile. And of course, begin to sing along with the words once more.
“…So come and dance with me, so come and dance with me, so come and dance with me
His singing started softly with the music and he felt himself making his way over to Taro as he began to dance. His hands quickly grabbed a hold of Taro’s and in that instant his singing started as loudly as it had been minutes before.
“Taro, you're the boy with all the leather hips, sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips,”
He began guiding Taro throughout the apartment, dragging him along on his crazy dance and now changed lyrics. Taro sounded so much better than Michael anyway.
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Post by Taro K. Mizeal on Nov 23, 2008 20:21:36 GMT -5
“Taro!”Chris squealed. “I was having so much fun; I love that song, don’t you?”
"THAT! WAS. AMAZING!!!!!! LET'S DO IT AGAIN!" Taro shook his head. Oh goodness, and there went LaDon, totally loving the carefreeness of the situation. She was probably glad to be stalling the homework.
Taro watched as Chris then sprang forward, stopping in front of the Mistu and sat himself down on his knees, taking the boys hands in his own. “Hi, I’m Chris. You’re very cute. And I love your hair. Taro, why didn’t you tell me you had cute friends?” He asked turning to Taro, who shrugged in return, wandering off to the kitchen to get something to eat. He opened up a cupboard and found a sucker. “Taro never tells me many things from school.” Taro chuckled, of course he wouldn’t tell Chris anything, it was Chris for crying out loud, “He never brings anyone home either. He’s silly like that. But I’m glad he did today. It makes me so happy!” Chris said gleefully.
“...What th’ f**k was tha’!” Eli exclaimed loudly towards Taro, his hands motioning towards Chris angrily. His heart dropped five stories and his head began spinning. Here’s what he had been ‘waiting’ for.
“Ah mean if you wanna have fun, I don’t give a damn, but don’t leave your toys lying around!” Taro looked over at Chris, who was no approaching Eli, after talking with Mitsu. He was so oblivious to everything. Why couldn’t he just be normal for a moment? For just a moment, so he could try and have friends. So he could attempt at what Chris has been urging him to do. But no, now it was all ruined thanks to Chris. Thanks to Eli. Thanks to the stupid CD player blasting it’s heart out. Well that was just great! At least the CD player still had a heart.
“Why are you so angry?” Taro’s eyes shot up. He knew exactly what was going to happen here. Eli would not be impressed at all. He had a very high temper and was not happy to see hyperactive-childlike teens, “You know, frown lines aren’t very attractive. You don’t want to get them when you’re too young. So…you should just turn that frown upside down!” Chris said grabbing a hold of the corners of Eli’s mouth and pulling them upwards. Taro covered half of his face with his hand, wincing, ready for a blow. This wouldn’t be good. Maybe he should do something...or...uh...Chris shot Taro a worried glance. But Taro was probably more worried for Chris. He could easily be killed. Well, Eli probably wouldn’t do that, but who knows.
“Uhm Chris maybe-“ but he cut himself off as Chris began singing. When Chris sang, nobody would get through to him. Taro looked over at Eli, then at Mitsu, “Maybe you guys should go...” His hands were suddenly being held and he was spinning. Wait. What?!
“Taro, you're the boy with all the leather hips, sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips,” Sang Chris as he dragged a helpless Taro throughout the apartment. Since when did the song have his name in it anyways?
Taro struggled free of Chris’ grasp and made his way over to the cd player. So, Chris had been right, maybe he shouldn’t have insisted on bringing the thing in. Stupid CD players. They ruin everything.
He looked up to see mitsu leaving, grabbing hold of LaDon’s hand and telling her she had to leave. “But WHY! There’s dancing and singing and-“ she whined before the door was closed and everyone was out.
Everything was silent now. Dead. As if someone had just cleared out a forest and there was nothing left but dirt. He pulled out the sucker stick from his mouth and tossed it into the garbage before heading to his room. He didn’t even look at Chris. His eyes were on the ground. Then, the door slammed shut and he flopped down on the bed. He pushed back tears. He wouldn’t cry. no...
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